Nothing More

Silver eyes opened automatically, an expressionless look in them as they stared motionless up at the ceiling. A hand crept from underneath a thick blanket, slamming down the off switch on the alarm one minute before it was scheduled to ring, habit that Fahrenheit had formed to stop the annoying sound of the alarm buzzing. A soft groan of pain as Fahrenheit stiffly brought himself up from his bed; his joints cracked and creaked slightly with the sudden movement. He had been turning and rolling around in the bed, very unusual for him. Thinking about the gift that Ami had bought for that mysterious guy had plagued his mind all night, keeping him awake.

Moo-Hyun.

The name had been a small annoyance in the beginning when the smiling boy had first appeared on the scene as a potential friend to Ami. That boy, who had been a small security problem, over one single day, had grown to be a threat. Fahrenheit had not been too bothered when Ami had started to develop a crush on the smiling brunette. From just one look at the boy, he had had a hunch that Moo-Hyun would be clueless when it came to love. Knowing that Moo-Hyun would not understand why Ami was doing so much to impress him, Fahrenheit –as Hwa-Ryun- saw no logical reason to interfere in the barely growing relationship between the two teenagers. It did not bother seeing Ami fawn over the Moo-Hyun.

Much.

Moo-Hyun had been annoyance that Fahrenheit would have tolerated on any occasion, but when it came to Ami's safety and happiness in mind, he had to be careful. Fahrenheit would keep Moo-Hyun away when it was necessary, but allowed him to come close when he knew Ami needed it.

The role as prospective boyfriend was a trickle of irritation for Fahrenheit, but he simple stuffed it in the back of his mind to evaluate later in the evening when his shift with watching over Ami was over. That trickle slowly grew to a steady stream as he watched from afar, Ami and Moo-Hyun grown closer. Yet, when the news from Ami's father that Ami and Moo-Hyun were related, for one selfish moment, he had been relieved, the stream of irritation returning to its original trickle.

Ami was not stopped, even after hearing that she could not legally date Moo-Hyun because they were cousins, Ami continued to fawn over him with large, doe-like eyes, her smile lighting up every time he looked her way. That only causing Fahrenheit even more angered.

Sighing softly, Fahrenheit ran a slender hand through his platinum blonde hair. It was too early to think about emotional matters such as these so early in the morning. Well, before having breakfast that is. Clearing his mind as much as he could, Fahrenheit gracefully slid out of his large, kind-sized bed. He liked to have his space when he slept. In addition, it allowed him more room for his weapons in case of a surprise attack.

Fahrenheit languidly walked toward his private bathroom, stripping himself of his clothing before throwing the wrinkled clothing into the dirty clothing bin for washing later that night by the maids. Hopefully, they would not steal it as they did the first time he arrived at the Royal Palace. Stepping into the shower, Fahrenheit placed turned the silver knobs for the shower. That brief blast of cold water immediately woke his slightly dulled senses, fully waking him up before the warm water took its place, allowing him to fully shower in comfort.

Grabbing a bar of soap nearby, Fahrenheit began lathering himself up. Slowly, much to his relief, he could feel his muscles finally relax from the stressful night. His internal clock did not allow him the pleasure of standing in the shower for another ten minutes. It told him that he would have to meet up with Ami for her conference later that day. Washing away the last of the soap, Fahrenheit sighed, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead.

With Ami, you never knew what was going to happen. The probability she would most likely pass out in front of dozens of people, and he and her aunt would need to bribe the news reporters would be high. Still, Fahrenheit could never truly figure out what was going through her teenage head, so preparing himself psychologically would be a must have.

Stepping out of the shower, Fahrenheit quickly dried himself off with a soft, white towel, changing into his casual dress clothing for the day. One that included a plain, white button up shirt and a pair of black slacks. Today was his day off of being Hwa-Ryun for today was fortunately the weekend. He did not mind being Hwa-Ryun, but he preferred being Fahrenheit when he was protecting Ami. That, and assassins were less likely to attack a person when she was accompanied by an intimidating looking man rather than a beautiful, young woman.

Giving himself the once over in a nearby mirror, Fahrenheit opened his door. Silver eyes hidden by a pair of cerulean contacts blinked in surprise. On the floor directly in front of him was a small, inconspicuous package. The small box, barely the size of his palm was wrapped in a simple, cerulean blue paper with little yellow duckies dancing on it. On top of it sat a sliver bow, bringing the whole package together. Fahrenheit's keen eye could see that it was all meticulously wrapped with care, for there was not a wrinkle of paper in sight.

Gingerly picking it up, Fahrenheit immediately checked it externally for any type of danger. Placing it close to his ear, he did not hear any ticking of any sort. He shook it lightly, hearing something small shuffle around it. Too light to be a bomb. Logically, it could not have been someone from the outside for it would have been checked, X-rayed, and even unwrapped if need be before it was given to any resident or worker of the Royal Palace.

Cautiously, he untied the soft, silk bow, and gently peeled away the tape that held the cerulean paper together to reveal a small white box. Slowly opening the lid, he lightly held his breath, ready for the worse as any professional in his line of business did, but exhaled in relief at what the gift was.

In it was a small dog collar type necklace. Lightly picking it up, he scrutinized the small piece of jewelry. The choker-like necklace was made of silver links, all connected together to look delicate, but held together strongly. Bringing it up into the light for a closer inspection, the small, silver, circular pendent that was dangling from the chain caught the light of the sun, gleaming a soft white light, abruptly blinding him. After the little green dots dancing in front of him disappeared, his eyes narrowed to see a small inscription on the pendent. He lowered it closer to his face, his eyes widening to see his name, 'Fahrenheit' carved delicately on it.

"Who in the world would give me this…?" Fahrenheit murmured aloud, checking inside the small box for any indication of the sender. At the very corner of the box was a pale blue card. On the small piece of paper was a familiar handwriting. His hand trembled slightly as he read it.

'Happy one year anniversary Fahrenheit!'

Love Ami

The pieces of the puzzle all assembled together with this new piece of information.

Fahrenheit checked his mental calendar, scanning the many dates that included past engagements with the press and projects that had been due for class. Exactly one year from today, the first day he had arrived in Korea, it was, the same day that he had first met Ami in the park.

Fahrenheit laughed aloud, he fully laughed without any resignation or apprehension. Holding the necklace to his chest and the card to his forehead, he closed his eyes, wondering about the irony of the situation. 'The guy I was upset over was…me.'

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"Mistress."

"Fahrenheit!" Ami squealed, jumping backward from him as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind her. A look of nervousness crossed her face as she spotted the solemn look on his face as he stared down at her. "H-how are you?" she asked tentatively, unsure why he was staring at her so intensely.

"Fahrenheit…?" she questioned softly as she took a cautious step forward, worried that she might have done something wrong. It was really too early for her to be making mistakes already, but still, Fahrenheit would always quietly, but bluntly, point out small things that she did incorrectly, saving her from the harsh yelling that her aunt would give her if she was in her presence.

Ami took another step closer to him, closing the distance between the two to a mere few inches. She was about to ask him once more, but something shimmering caught her eye, diverting her attention.

Around his strong neck was the necklace that she had bought him the other day. What surprised her most was that Fahrenheit had unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt. It allowed anyone who looked at him to clearly see the necklace.

"Thank you mistress," Fahrenheit said softly, the edges of his lips rose slightly in a small smile. Gently grasping her dangling hand from her side, he brought the still hand up to his face. Raising it to his lips, he lightly placed a small, chaste kiss on it.

"I-It was no problem at all," Ami stammered, trying to move her hand from his, but he held it in his firm grip. Her face was a bright red as she tried to look at anything but him. She was not used to this sort of contact from him. He caught her when she fell or tripped or helped her put on her coat when she was in a hurry, but it was never something this…bold.

"You didn't have to get me anything. People generally do not give their bodyguards presents or worry about anniversaries for them," Fahrenheit said softly, watching her with hidden amusement as she avoided his gaze at every chance.

"I know, but…" she said nervously, her fingers fidgeting against the soft, silk ruffles on the bottom of her new, strapped spaghetti-strapped blouse she had just received that day for her meeting. Feeling a comforting squeeze of her hand, she finally looked up at him, her blush still on her face no matter how hard she hid it. "I don't know that much about you, I don't even know when your birthday is so…I just thought that I could make up for my carelessness with this small gift."

Fahrenheit's eyes softened, unbeknownst to him, at her honesty. This girl could be so confusing, but…at the same time…make him do things that he would not generally do, even for his clients. It was one of the reasons why he even took on the assignment to watch over her. "I told you that you didn't need to worry about trivial things like that."

"Oh…"

Fahrenheit tilted his head to the side as Ami's face slowly melted into a crestfallen expression, her eyes dulling slightly at his statement. He shook his head, a small, genuine smile on his face as he squeezed her hand gently once more. "But I appreciate the gift."

"Really?" Immediately, delight took over her facial features, replacing the gloom from before. Sheepishly, she smiled up at him, a twinkle of nervousness in her eyes as she looked into his. "I'm so glad you like it! I was afraid you it did not suit your tastes. I mean, I bet you have a TON of gifts from clients and definitely the boys at school. So…I didn't really know what you would want."

Ami was right, Fahrenheit had received more than enough gifts to last him a lifetime. Back in his barely used home, there were dozens of gift baskets full of untouched fruit. Probably all rotted by now because he was never home long enough to at least open a bag. Now that he thought about it, his house was a gift even though he was rarely at home at all. He had received more than enough guns, knives; you name it, from grateful…clients. He even brought some of them along because they were of high quality. The rest he left at him for future use. From his more grateful clients, he was given racks of clothing, a few cars, and more than he wished from female clients, and sometimes male, personal thanks of gratitude.

However…this small gift, barely a fraction of the cost of his more expensive items of jewelry, was dearer to him than any gift he had received from his past clients. Fahrenheit placed his free hand over the pendent that stood right on his throat, the cool medal that pressed against his bare skin. Somehow, knowing that Ami was the one who bought him the gift, one way or another reminded him that he…belonged to Ami.

Fahrenheit slowly shook his head slowly, as he spoke, "I really do like this gift…Although I would like to know why you chose this particular item. You were walking around most of Seoul for it. How did you know for sure I would like this?"

"Well…I'm not entirely sure," Ami blushed in embarrassment as she shortly looked down at the ground. However, knowing that his hand was around hers, that he would not laugh -at least, too loudly- at her answer, made her immediately look back up at him, "It seemed to suit you best."

"Suit me?"

"Yes," Ami continued, trying to keep her voice as calm, "It was because you're my…protector." Gingerly, she wrapped her fingers around his, intertwining her fingers with his as she gently squeezed his fingers, "You keep me safe and…" she paused, thinking about the right word, "Happy. Just like a doggy!"

Fahrenheit calmly raised an eyebrow at her metaphor of him being similar to a canine, but he nodded anyway. "Except I am not a dog obviously."

Ami rapidly shook her head, realizing that her statement was somewhat rude to say to him. "Nope! You're not. You're Fahrenheit! You just seem like a doggy because you follow me everywhere I go."

"Yes, however…a dog does not do this with his mistress," before Ami had to chance to inquire about his statement, the hand that held hers so tightly suddenly pulled her forward, forcing her small frame to collide into his. Her face abruptly met his chest, his arms folding around her slim body protectively.

Ami froze still, her face inflamed with a beet red blush as she felt his soft skin through a thin, cotton shirt. It was as if there was solid steel underneath that soft, smooth skin. She knew he was strong, but not this…built. Peculiarly enough, she did not feel uncomfortable even though his was one of her first few hugs, from a male any less. His arms surrounded her petite form, pressing her body closer to him in a secure hug. She felt herself slowly relax, the comforting and familiar scent of cinnamon and gunpowder that belonged to only Fahrenheit immediately making her relax further into his body.

"Fahrenheit," Ami murmured against his shirt, trying to control the blush that was obviously on her face. Ami did not try to move away from his tight embrace, but allowed herself to be held.

'Mother…is this alright…?' she thought as she rested her head against his firm chest, savoring the moment as long as she could before she woke up from this dream like event. Her eyes caught the gleaming pendent, seeing his name etched into the silver. Her hands that were resting against his chest tightened into fists, grasping his white shirt. 'He actually wore it…'

"You can fire me mistress, but please allow me to stay this way for a little while longer," Fahrenheit whispered softly in her light, sea blue hair. This was against everything he was taught in his many years of being a bodyguard. A bodyguard was not supposed get close to the client.

Nonetheless, here he was, holding his client, Ami Wong, in his arms in a hug.

"I-I don't mind," Ami muttered, her voice muffled by his shirt, a feeling of hope growing in her chest, yet, she stubbornly squished it. If she brought her feelings, up the chances that it might be squashed just as they did with Moo-Hyun. Except these feelings for her stoic bodyguard were larger than what she had felt for her cousin.

Ami's grip on his shirt tightened as she closed her eyes. Remembering a large factor that made her glad she did not raise her hopes. Fahrenheit was her bodyguard. The only reason why he was near her was because of that contract between her mother and him. As long as she remained the president's daughter, he would be nearby. She would be happy with that.

"Mistress…?" Fahrenheit opened his eyes lightly, seeing her slim form unresisting against his hug. His internal clock was ringing now, warning him that if they did not get to the dressing room soon, people would come. People coming to see this scene would undoubtedly be a bad thing.

Slowly, his grip on her slackened until he pulled his arms away from her, making her look up at him curiously. Slowly, her eyes widened, realizing that she was still pressing herself against him.

Immediately, Ami took a step back from him, her head bowed to the ground to keep away from his eyes. Both of her hands were resting on her chest, above her rapidly beating heart. The awkward silence that followed did not make her heart slow any further as she tried to find anything that could break the silence. "I-I'm glad you liked that gift…

"Yes," he said coolly, his voice void of any emotion whatsoever. He looked down at her bowed head, grateful that she was not looking up at him at the moment. He did not have the heart to place a mask over the hurt expression that was currently etched in his eyes. Remarkably enough, Ami was able to understand what he was thinking at times when she looked into his eyes. Hearing the faint tap of expensive high heels coming down the hallway, he forced himself with every inch of willpower that he contained to place a carefully carved mask of calm over his current expression.

"Mistress, your aunt is looking for you. You have another conference with the press today, remember? We should be going for your wardrobe and make-up," Fahrenheit turned on his heel toward the direction that they were supposed to be going, his head bowed slightly so that his long, platinum blonde bangs shielded his murky, molten silver eyes from inquiring eyes. He took a few steps toward her aunt's direction, hearing Ami slowly follow him.

Normally after an attack or event of any kind, he would access over it, looking at all the flaws that he and the enemy had done. While walking to the dressing room, his mind's eye was showing the event a few moments ago, dragging on painfully slow. Every action he did was out of place as a guard to his owner, but what made him regret the most was the hug. He tried dearly to press the mental Stop button, but it continued, showing him pull his helpless mistress into his arms.

No matter how he denied it, Fahrenheit could no longer repress a memory such as this. He had hugged her. Trying to reassess the situation didn't work. His mind stubbornly refusing to assess it as anything other than simple hug, he tried to evaluate a different way. He remembered that a hug could mean different things. It could mean affection such as love –which was out of the question- or of friendliness.

The gift Ami had given him was an act of friendship, and he had hugged her as a thank you, yes, a thank you, for the gift. Fahrenheit was obligated to since she had taken so much time and energy to look for it. He should know, he had followed her every step of the way. Even if she did give him a gift, it did not mean he should change his attitude toward her. She was his client first and foremost. Ami was the daughter whose mother contracted him long ago.

Pressing his hand against the pendent that had his name etched on it, showing all who saw him his name. At the same time…it would secretly show that he belonged to Ami. No one could know though.

After all, Fahrenheit was nothing more than Ami Wong's watchdog.

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SS: Wahoo! I finally updated the last part of my two-part oneshot! Yeah, yeah, I know it's not a happy ending, but I gotta practice on my nonhappy endings.